Music Meme, Part II
Same thing as last time. In a bit of a time crunch this time though, so only 5 songs. Maybe more later.
Character - Wilden Ritter DeMarcus, both cannon and AU.
1. Old Whore's Diet - Rufus Wainwright
The sunlight peeked curiously through the slats of the tavern room's windows, soft and bright and inviting. It crept over the floorboards, and up the tossed bed linens, slowly reaching like a lover's fingers to stretch along the cheek of the man splayed diagonally on the covers.
"...fuck all..." the man groaned. He swatted at the ghostly, annoying touch, before grabbing a discarded pillow and pulling it over his face. Asphyxiation was better than the reminder that it was already bloody morning.
There was a knock at the door.
"--bloody... What??" he hissed from under the pillow.
"Um..." a quiet voice started. What was her name again? Annie? Anabelle? "It's Emilie." ...whatever. "I brought you some breakfast."
He nearly cringed at that faint, but overly identifiable note of hope in her voice. "I'm still in bed." he called from within his feathered filled confines.
A pause. "May I come in?"
Sighing, Wilden Ritter DeMarcus sat up, wincing as the sunlight lapped over his face. Too damned early for all this. Didn't people understand... "Come on in then, lovey..."
The slight, brown haired woman opened the room door and slipped inside, daintily carrying a plate of food. It looked like she had cooked it herself, perhaps, but at the moment, the smell made his stomach clench. If only she had brought him a bit of whiskey.
Running his hand through his mussed hair, he moved to the edge of the bed. "You really didn't have to go through all the trouble, love." He arched a brow. "I know you must've gotten less sleep than I did."
She blushed and he yawned. "Yes, well. I just..."
"Could you do me a huge favor, lovey?"
"Oh?" she smiled. "Oh, yes. Of course."
"Can you go down stairs and call for a bath to be drawn up? I'm not much of a morning person." He half grinned, despite the slight throbbing in his head.
"Y-yes, yes. I'll do that. Should have done that before, I suppose." She turned and scurried out before he could thank her.
Well, hopefully the small pouch of gold coins she would find when she returned would be thanks enough. If not... Well, he did tell her he wasn't a morning person.
2. Tell Me Why - Beetles
"You're a bloody bastard!"
"Well, I'd hazard to say that you're right, but we don't really know each other that well yet." He pushed his hat back a little to regard the red-faced woman. Really, he hadn't done anything that out of line. Not yet, at least.
"You said you were an accountant!"
Oh. That. Well... "Well, you see, love, I was. I'm just... in between jobs, at present. And you were so kind to give me a ride..."
"Get out!"
"Well, if you insist..."
"OUT!!"
...women.
3. Running Up That Hill - Placebo
It was raining that day. It must have been. Or, at least, that's the way he would fancy to remember it; made it all seem more dramatic.
He always wondered what would have happened, if she'd answered the door. If she'd wanted to see him. If he'd forced his way in any way when she didn't, demanded that she run away with him. That he would take care of her. Take care of...
He hadn't had a choice, though. And if she'd said no, regardless? What then?
"I'll not have any son of mine filling his head with foolish flights of fancy, or delusions of a future that will never come to pass!"
"You talk to me about delusions?? You haven't said an honest word to me in years! I don't even know you anymore!"
"I am your father!"
"But I am no longer your son."
So many revelations. So many decisions were made, in the course of... what, an hour? He had, of course, had his inklings before then. But... to see it. To... realize. To walk out that door, and know he would never be what he was. What he thought he would become.
It was freedom.
It was terrifying.
And he wondered... still, if he could have done something different.
4. If You Were There, Beware - Arctic Monkeys
Two steps left, one forward, three to the right...
Did something click under his foot?
...two forward...
He barely heard the daggers expel themselves from the hidden platelets in the walls before he found himself face down in the dirt. He choked a bit, turning his head a bit, which he found to be exceedingly difficult with another person half laying on his back.
"E--Emi??"
Her mouth was set, but her eyes still had that twinkling light he remembered. "Hello, Wilden."
"Emilia-- But-- but, where...? How--?" He was, quite literally baffled. He felt like a teenage boy again. "How did you--"
"Does that really matter at the moment, Mr. Ritter?" She pulled herself off him, gesturing with a delicate gloved hand the ceiling. The ceiling that was now full of protruding, shivering spikes. "Perhaps the how's and formal hello's might wait?"
"Bloody---" He took her hand and they ran, the world around them crumbling and nipping at their heels.
Just like old times. ...kind of.
5. Because - Across the Universe OST
He lay in the long grasses on the edge of their property and watched the clouds, hat perched upon his chest.
"Daddy?" A small voice beside him questioned.
"Yes, my love?"
"...what makes the clouds turn into funny shapes?"
The man smiled a little. "Many things, I suppose. Wind and weather."
"What if they don't want to change?"
Turning his head, he looked at the little girl who was staring up into the sky with wide eyes. "Well. I suppose... all things have to change, sometime or another. But. That's not always a bad thing."
"It's not?"
He sat up, looking back over the land, towards the approaching horse. The rider's slim long coat fluttered and danced with the motion of the beast and the wind. A smile started to form along his lips.
"Change... is good."
*extra song - I had to write when it came on*
A Princess - Javier Navarrete, Pan's Labyrinth
Opening the door a crack, he watched his daughter sleep. She was growing, almost every day right before his eyes, it seemed.
"Is she asleep?" Emilia stepped up quietly beside him.
"Yeah..." he murmured.
"Come on. Let's go to the study." The woman took his hand, like a mother leading a child, and they went into the other room, the fireplace still alive, though barely.
She poured them both a bit of port, and came to sit beside him on the loveseat. The curtains were drawn.
"Emi..." He looked into the fire. "Am I... Am I a good father?"
She looked at him. "Wilden..." Her hand found his along his knee. "Of course you are. Why would you think otherwise?"
"I just... wonder." He chuckles softly. "I want... to make this work. Us. This family." Looking to her, he put his glass down to wrap both his hands around hers, his thumb absently stroking her wrist. "I want to be a good father. A good--" he stopped a moment.
"Wilden--"
"I think... I can be." He met her gaze. "I want to be. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so much as this. And the thought that something might happen. That I--"
"Stop," she said, quietly. "You're brilliant. Nothing is going to happen." A touch softer, as she leaned in to touch her lips to his, she added, "We won't leave you. Ever."
His lips trembled, very slightly, but he half grinned despite it. "Yeah." His hands slid from her hands to around her waist. "'Course, love..."
Character - Wilden Ritter DeMarcus, both cannon and AU.
1. Old Whore's Diet - Rufus Wainwright
The sunlight peeked curiously through the slats of the tavern room's windows, soft and bright and inviting. It crept over the floorboards, and up the tossed bed linens, slowly reaching like a lover's fingers to stretch along the cheek of the man splayed diagonally on the covers.
"...fuck all..." the man groaned. He swatted at the ghostly, annoying touch, before grabbing a discarded pillow and pulling it over his face. Asphyxiation was better than the reminder that it was already bloody morning.
There was a knock at the door.
"--bloody... What??" he hissed from under the pillow.
"Um..." a quiet voice started. What was her name again? Annie? Anabelle? "It's Emilie." ...whatever. "I brought you some breakfast."
He nearly cringed at that faint, but overly identifiable note of hope in her voice. "I'm still in bed." he called from within his feathered filled confines.
A pause. "May I come in?"
Sighing, Wilden Ritter DeMarcus sat up, wincing as the sunlight lapped over his face. Too damned early for all this. Didn't people understand... "Come on in then, lovey..."
The slight, brown haired woman opened the room door and slipped inside, daintily carrying a plate of food. It looked like she had cooked it herself, perhaps, but at the moment, the smell made his stomach clench. If only she had brought him a bit of whiskey.
Running his hand through his mussed hair, he moved to the edge of the bed. "You really didn't have to go through all the trouble, love." He arched a brow. "I know you must've gotten less sleep than I did."
She blushed and he yawned. "Yes, well. I just..."
"Could you do me a huge favor, lovey?"
"Oh?" she smiled. "Oh, yes. Of course."
"Can you go down stairs and call for a bath to be drawn up? I'm not much of a morning person." He half grinned, despite the slight throbbing in his head.
"Y-yes, yes. I'll do that. Should have done that before, I suppose." She turned and scurried out before he could thank her.
Well, hopefully the small pouch of gold coins she would find when she returned would be thanks enough. If not... Well, he did tell her he wasn't a morning person.
2. Tell Me Why - Beetles
"You're a bloody bastard!"
"Well, I'd hazard to say that you're right, but we don't really know each other that well yet." He pushed his hat back a little to regard the red-faced woman. Really, he hadn't done anything that out of line. Not yet, at least.
"You said you were an accountant!"
Oh. That. Well... "Well, you see, love, I was. I'm just... in between jobs, at present. And you were so kind to give me a ride..."
"Get out!"
"Well, if you insist..."
"OUT!!"
...women.
3. Running Up That Hill - Placebo
It was raining that day. It must have been. Or, at least, that's the way he would fancy to remember it; made it all seem more dramatic.
He always wondered what would have happened, if she'd answered the door. If she'd wanted to see him. If he'd forced his way in any way when she didn't, demanded that she run away with him. That he would take care of her. Take care of...
He hadn't had a choice, though. And if she'd said no, regardless? What then?
"I'll not have any son of mine filling his head with foolish flights of fancy, or delusions of a future that will never come to pass!"
"You talk to me about delusions?? You haven't said an honest word to me in years! I don't even know you anymore!"
"I am your father!"
"But I am no longer your son."
So many revelations. So many decisions were made, in the course of... what, an hour? He had, of course, had his inklings before then. But... to see it. To... realize. To walk out that door, and know he would never be what he was. What he thought he would become.
It was freedom.
It was terrifying.
And he wondered... still, if he could have done something different.
4. If You Were There, Beware - Arctic Monkeys
Two steps left, one forward, three to the right...
Did something click under his foot?
...two forward...
He barely heard the daggers expel themselves from the hidden platelets in the walls before he found himself face down in the dirt. He choked a bit, turning his head a bit, which he found to be exceedingly difficult with another person half laying on his back.
"E--Emi??"
Her mouth was set, but her eyes still had that twinkling light he remembered. "Hello, Wilden."
"Emilia-- But-- but, where...? How--?" He was, quite literally baffled. He felt like a teenage boy again. "How did you--"
"Does that really matter at the moment, Mr. Ritter?" She pulled herself off him, gesturing with a delicate gloved hand the ceiling. The ceiling that was now full of protruding, shivering spikes. "Perhaps the how's and formal hello's might wait?"
"Bloody---" He took her hand and they ran, the world around them crumbling and nipping at their heels.
Just like old times. ...kind of.
5. Because - Across the Universe OST
He lay in the long grasses on the edge of their property and watched the clouds, hat perched upon his chest.
"Daddy?" A small voice beside him questioned.
"Yes, my love?"
"...what makes the clouds turn into funny shapes?"
The man smiled a little. "Many things, I suppose. Wind and weather."
"What if they don't want to change?"
Turning his head, he looked at the little girl who was staring up into the sky with wide eyes. "Well. I suppose... all things have to change, sometime or another. But. That's not always a bad thing."
"It's not?"
He sat up, looking back over the land, towards the approaching horse. The rider's slim long coat fluttered and danced with the motion of the beast and the wind. A smile started to form along his lips.
"Change... is good."
*extra song - I had to write when it came on*
A Princess - Javier Navarrete, Pan's Labyrinth
Opening the door a crack, he watched his daughter sleep. She was growing, almost every day right before his eyes, it seemed.
"Is she asleep?" Emilia stepped up quietly beside him.
"Yeah..." he murmured.
"Come on. Let's go to the study." The woman took his hand, like a mother leading a child, and they went into the other room, the fireplace still alive, though barely.
She poured them both a bit of port, and came to sit beside him on the loveseat. The curtains were drawn.
"Emi..." He looked into the fire. "Am I... Am I a good father?"
She looked at him. "Wilden..." Her hand found his along his knee. "Of course you are. Why would you think otherwise?"
"I just... wonder." He chuckles softly. "I want... to make this work. Us. This family." Looking to her, he put his glass down to wrap both his hands around hers, his thumb absently stroking her wrist. "I want to be a good father. A good--" he stopped a moment.
"Wilden--"
"I think... I can be." He met her gaze. "I want to be. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so much as this. And the thought that something might happen. That I--"
"Stop," she said, quietly. "You're brilliant. Nothing is going to happen." A touch softer, as she leaned in to touch her lips to his, she added, "We won't leave you. Ever."
His lips trembled, very slightly, but he half grinned despite it. "Yeah." His hands slid from her hands to around her waist. "'Course, love..."